Ruan Tang smiled gently. "Alright, it's a deal. Pinky promise!"
Xu Lai linked pinkies with Ruan Tang, who then tiptoed to plant a kiss on his cheek before getting back to her own tasks.
Xu Lai gazed up at the sky.
The night enveloped East Sea City. In the darkness, it was as if an invisible pair of derisive eyes watched everything unfold. Elder Huang Quan's words lingered in his mind, refusing to fade.
Why do the eras in which the Netherworld Road appears spell misfortune for the contemporary Emperor Realm? And why do nearly all Emperor Realm powerhouses meet tragic and lonely ends, with almost none finding peace in their old age?
"Daddy, Yiyi is hungry," his daughter's soft and sweet voice called from the living room.
Xu Lai returned to his senses, pushing his ponderings aside. Even if this world truly harbored treachery and filth, he was confident he could shatter it with a single punch.
For he was the Supreme Emperor of the Heavenly Court.
